That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Author: Huaiyu Zhenfeng

Summary:

Jiang Jingming transmigrated into the body of the son of the leader of a righteous sect. During the war, he was picked up and raised by the leader of a demonic sect and successfully became the young master.

Originally, I thought I could live a carefree life, but who would have thought that a demoness would suddenly appear and wreak havoc on the world.

I heard that she massacred a major sect in one night, using cruel and outrageous methods.

Since the Demonic Cult withdrew from Zhongzhou, this is the first time such an evil event has occurred in the world, and naturally everyone has the right to punish it.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

Jiang Jingming was completely bewildered.

"After she killed the person, she left a note saying 'The wife of the young master of the Duyue Sect.'"

"???"

"That wretched vixen has actually impersonated my wife!"

Watch as the young master of the Demonic Sect travels far and wide to find a wife!

The moon will be bright

Chapter One: The Madam

The setting sun was like blood, and the world seemed to be upside down.

Jiang Jingming stood up amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

As far as the eye could see, there was only deathly silence, except for a tall figure standing at the edge of the world, holding a sword.

The blade in his hand was bright red, like a demon emerging from purgatory.

A breathtaking sight.

......

A spring breeze brushed against the windowpane, startling a chorus of chirping birds.

Jiang Jingming opened his eyes and woke up from his dream once again.

In my dream, it was still the war from ten years ago, a cliché battle between good and evil, with everyone's eyes bloodshot as they brandished swords to kill the enemy they had just met.

Jiang Jingming was only six years old at the time.

He was incredibly lucky to transmigrate into this world as a newborn baby, the son of the sect leader of the Xiquan Sword Sect of the Righteous Path Alliance.

Logically speaking, he was lucky to be born into a good family, but unfortunately, he was only six years old when he was caught up in the epic battle between the righteous alliance and the demonic sect, Du Yue.

Furthermore, in his childlike form, completely powerless, he encountered Jiang Wuwang, the leader of the opposing faction, on the battlefield.

That's a really fair matching mechanism.

Jiang Wuwang, carrying a large sword, glanced at the dusty-faced child for a long time.

Perhaps it was a whim, or perhaps this demon suddenly awakened to the virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.

In short, he committed a cardinal sin of villainy: instead of eliminating the threat completely, he nurtured a future threat.

Ten years later, time seemed to flow away like water.

Putting the past behind him, Jiang Jingming closed his eyes, wanting to take another nap.

But someone was banging on the window.

"Young Master, brother!"

"Lazy young master, wake up!"

"If you're so capable of sleeping in late, then you're just as capable of opening the door!"

"..."

Jiang Jingming rolled over and covered his head with the pillow, but it still couldn't block out the deafening noise from outside the window.

After a brief stalemate, they finally gave in.

Jiang Jingming rolled out of bed and opened the window.

Three little heads popped out one after another like radishes emerging from the ground, barely reaching the top half of the window frame.

The two boys with their hair tied in a topknot were nicknamed Sugar Melon and Sugar Date, and the girl with pigtails was called Sugar Bun.

The three mischievous, naughty creatures, whom even dogs and cats dislike, love to pester him for play.

"What time is it? What's all the noise about?"

Jiang Jingming bent his knuckles and gave each of their heads a sharp tap on the head, like playing whack-a-mole.

"what!"

The boys scurried away, covering their heads, and only after the pain subsided did they tearfully curse:

"Young Master is bullying a child! We're going to report this to Madam Song!"

Jiang Jingming chuckled and closed the window.

Madam Song is Yuheng, one of the seven guardians of the Crossing Moon Sect. She is in charge of law enforcement and punishment, and she punishes the three of them with a cane every day.

Kids never learn, and now they're even boldly bringing her up for help.

Seeing that threats were ineffective, Tangzao, the most clever of the three, had a sudden inspiration and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Young Master, Sister Aqing is back!"

"Ok?"

Jiang Jingming's heart skipped a beat, and he pushed the window open just a crack the width of a palm.

"What color clothes is she wearing today?"

"wear......"

Tangzao paused, exchanged a glance with the candy melon and candy bun next to him, and said with a confident look:

"blue!"

A hand that reached out from the gap in the window slapped Tangzao's head hard.

"Who taught you that if your name is Aqing, you have to wear blue?"

"Waaah—"

Tangzao covered her head and squatted down.

“Young Master, we’re not lying to you. Uncle Chen Zhuo came back this morning, and Sister A Qing will definitely be back soon.”

Tangbao is the youngest, with a childlike voice.

"Uncle Chen is back?"

Jiang Jingming rested his chin on his hand and raised an eyebrow.

The Uncle Chen Zhuo mentioned by Tang Bao, like Madam Song, is one of the Seven Star Protectors, and is Tianji, who is in charge of intelligence reconnaissance.

"Yeah, but when we went to talk to him, he had a dark face and ignored us. He didn't bring any of the candied melons, dates, or buns he promised to bring us!"

Tangbao pouted, sounding very unhappy.

As the only member of the Duyue Sect who could openly and legitimately be active outside, Shen Zhuo was forced to bring back a lot of novelties from the outside world to his eager followers every time he returned.

He was naturally very dissatisfied with this, claiming that he had never seen anyone's spies have to do hard labor like packhorses.

But nobody cares.

Jiang Jingming opened the window, and the warm sunshine of early spring fell on him.

Where is Uncle Shen?

"As soon as he got back, he rushed off to find the cult leader."

The oldest and most composed of the three, Tanggua, was squatting to the side rubbing Tangzao's head after he had been beaten. He then looked up and answered.

Jiang Jingming frowned and climbed out of the window.

"Stay here and don't wander off, or I'll tell Master Han, and you'll be punished by copying the book a hundred times."

......

Spring sunlight, like golden threads, pierced through the clouds. Jiang Jingming raised his arm to shield his eyes.

In the season when the grass grows and the orioles fly, even this oasis hidden in the desert comes alive.

The Duyue Sect has been based here for more than ten years, building houses from the ground up and turning this place into a proper little village.

At this time, most of the believers were already up. Some were cooking a large pot of steaming oatmeal porridge, while others were busily herding the cattle and sheep out of the pen.

Jiang Jingming, dressed in a black robe with a red ribbon tied around his waist, walked through them looking lazy and half-asleep, listening to a chorus of "Young Master."

The cattle and sheep huddled together, heads touching, while the black and white dog responsible for herding them was busy nibbling on the hem of his robe.

It seemed like just another ordinary morning.

Jiang Jingming suppressed the unease that threatened to overwhelm him and walked to the entrance leading to the underground hall.

A gust of wind blew from behind, causing dust to fall from the bluestone bricks.

Although it is called a main hall, it is actually an abandoned tomb of a previous dynasty, which was seized and requisitioned by Jiang Wuwang.

Just as Jiang Jingming was about to walk inside, a face silently emerged from the darkness.

It was cold and withered, with narrow eyes like those of a lurking blood bat.

"Uncle Shen."

Jiang Jingming smiled.

"Little Lord."

Shen Zhuo responded, and the two carefully trimmed tufts of mustache at the corners of his mouth twitched, which meant he was smiling.

Although he looked a bit scary, Jiang Jingming knew that he was actually just a poor packhorse and had never been afraid of him since he was a child.

"What fun things did you bring me back this time?"

"I was in such a hurry that I didn't have time to buy the 'Twelve Parts of the Heavenly Dragon' and 'The Ruthless Swordsman' that the young master mentioned last time."

Shen Zhuo answered absentmindedly.

Surprisingly, this time they didn't even criticize these bizarre stories.

Looking at his stiff expression, Jiang Jingming felt the unease he had just suppressed resurface.

"Uncle Chen, what happened?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo's face was gloomy, and even the mustache at the corner of his mouth was pursed into a straight line.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"Young Master, the Tingpu Manor in Zhongzhou has been wiped out. More than a hundred people have perished."

Jiang Jingming had some impression of Tingpu Manor; like Xiquan Sword Sect, it was an important sect that formed the righteous alliance.

Such sects are often full of experts, so it's hard to imagine that such a large manor would not have a single person who escaped to seek help.

"In Zhongzhou, which is now under the protection of the Righteous Alliance, such a tragedy has occurred. Given the nature of those old fogies, they will certainly not let this matter rest."

Shen Zhuo spoke as if he were clenching his teeth, barely suppressing his anger.

"Although it's a bit shocking... in the end, this is a matter for the Righteous Alliance, so what does it have to do with us?"

Jiang Jingming was completely bewildered.

Shen Zhuo stroked his beard and gave him a complicated look.

After a while, he took another look.

"..."